"Go on," prompted Evelyn impatiently. "What has his visit to the Clayton"s to do with it?"
"Well, you don"t know that I saw Gerald in the afternoon. After all, he"s the only brother I"ve got; and as Jim was going to the station with the trap I made him take me. The Claytons were in the garden; we were scattered about, and I heard Frank and Gerald, who had strolled off from the others, talking. Gerald was telling him about some things he"d bought--they must have been expensive, because Frank asked him where he got the money. Gerald laughed and said he"d had an unexpected stroke of luck that had set him straight again. Now, of course Gerald got no money from home, and if he"d won it he would have told Frank how he did so.
Gerald always would tell a thing like that."
Evelyn was filled with confusion and hot indignation. She had little doubt that Mabel"s surmise was correct.
"I wonder whether he has told anybody; though it"s scarcely likely."
Mabel laughed.
"Of course he hasn"t. We all know what Gerald is. Before I came home, I asked him what he thought of Wallace. He said he was a good sort, or something like that, and I saw that he had a reason for saying it; but he must go on in his patronizing style that Wallace was rather Colonial, though he hadn"t drifted too far--not beyond reclamation.
After all, Wallace was one of--us--before he went out; and if Carroll"s Colonial he"s the kind of man I like. I was so angry with Gerald I wanted to slap him!"
There was no doubt that Mabel was a staunch partizan, and Evelyn sympathized with her. She was, of course, acquainted with her brother"s character, and she was filled with indignant contempt for him. It was intolerable that he should have allowed Vane to discharge his debts and then have alluded to him in terms of indulgent condescension.
"It strikes me Wallace ought to get his money back, now that you have sent him away," Mabel added. "But of course that"s most unlikely. It wouldn"t take Gerald long to waste it."
Evelyn rose and, making some excuse, left the room. She could feel her face growing hot, and Mabel had unusually keen eyes and precocious powers of deduction. A suspicion which had troubled her more than Gerald"s conduct had lately crept into her mind, and it now thrust itself upon her attention; several things pointed to the fact that her father had taken the same course her brother had done. She felt that had she heard Mabel"s information before the interview with Vane, she might have yielded to him in an agony of humiliation. Mabel had summed up the situation with stinging candor and crudity--Vane, who had been defrauded, was ent.i.tled to recover his money. For a few moments Evelyn was furiously angry with him, and then, growing calmer, she recognized that this was unreasonable.
She could not imagine any idea of a compact originating with the man, and he had quietly acquiesced in her decision.
Soon after she left her sister, Vane walked into the room which Chisholm reserved for his own use. It was handsomely furnished, and the big, light-oak writing-table and gla.s.s-fronted cabinets were examples of artistic handicraft. The sight of them jarred on Vane, who had already surmised that it was the women of the Chisholm family who were expected to practise self-denial. Chisholm was sitting at the table with some papers in front of him and a cigar in his hand, and Vane drew out a chair and lighted his pipe before he addressed him.
"I"ve made up my mind to sail on Sat.u.r.day, instead of next week," he said abruptly.
"You have decided rather suddenly, haven"t you?" Chisholm suggested.
Vane knew that what his host wished to know was the cause of the decision, and he meant to come to the point. He was troubled by no consideration for the man.
"The last news I had indicated that I was wanted," he replied. "After all, there is only one reason why I have abused Mrs. Chisholm"s hospitality so long."
"Well?"
"You will remember what I asked you some time ago. I had better say that I retire from the position--abandon the idea."
Chisholm started and his florid face grew redder, while Vane, in place of embarra.s.sment, was conscious of a somewhat grim amus.e.m.e.nt. It seemed curious that a man of Chisholm"s stamp should have any pride.
"What am I to understand by that?" Chisholm asked with some asperity.
"I think that what I said explained it. Bearing in mind your and Mrs.
Chisholm"s influence, I"ve an idea that Evelyn might have yielded, if I"d strongly urged my suit; but that was not by any means what I wanted. I"d naturally prefer a wife who married me because she wished to do so.
That"s why, after thinking the thing over, I"ve decided to--withdraw."
Chisholm straightened himself in his chair in fiery indignation, which he made no attempt to conceal.
"You mean that after asking my consent, and seeing more of Evelyn, you have changed your mind! Can"t you understand that it"s an unpardonable confession--one which I never fancied a man born and brought up in your station could have brought himself to make?"
Vane looked at him with an impa.s.sive face.
"It strikes me as largely a question of terms--I may not have used the right one. Now that you know how the matter stands, you can describe it in any way that sounds nicest. In regard to your other remark, I"ve been in a good many stations, and I must admit that until lately none of them were likely to promote much delicacy of sentiment."
"So it seems!" Chisholm was almost too hot to sneer. "But can"t you realize how your action reflects upon my daughter?"
Vane held himself in hand. He had only one object: to divert Chisholm"s wrath from Evelyn to himself, and he fancied that he was succeeding in this. For the rest, he was conscious of a strong resentment against the man. Evelyn had told him that he had started handicapped.
"It can"t reflect upon her unless you talk about it, and both you and Mrs. Chisholm have sense enough to refrain from doing that," he answered dryly. "I can"t flatter myself that Evelyn will grieve over me." Then his manner changed. "Now we"ll get down to business. I don"t purpose to call in that loan, which will, no doubt, be a relief to you."
He rose leisurely and strolled out of the room.
Shortly afterward he met Carroll in the hall, and the latter glanced at him sharply.
"What have you been doing?" he inquired. "There"s a look in your eyes I seem to remember."
Vane laughed.
"I suppose I"ve been outraging the rules of decency; but I don"t feel ashamed. I"ve been acting the uncivilized Westerner, though it"s possible that I rather strained the part. To come to the point, however, we pull out for the Dominion first thing to-morrow."
Carroll asked no further questions; he did not think it would serve any purpose. He contented himself with making arrangements for their departure, which they took early on the morrow. Vane had a brief interview with Mabel, and then by her contrivance he secured a word or two with Evelyn alone.
"It is possible," he told her, "that you may hear some hard things of me--and I count upon your not contradicting them. After all, I think you owe me that favor. There"s just another matter--now that I won"t be here to trouble you, won"t you try to think of me leniently?"
He held her hand for a moment and then turned away, and a few minutes later he and Carroll left the Dene.
CHAPTER XII
IN VANCOUVER
About a fortnight after Vane"s return to Vancouver, he sat one evening on the veranda of Nairn"s house, in company with his host and Carroll, lazily looking down upon the inlet. The days were growing shorter; the air was clear and cool; and the snow upon the heights across the still, blue water was creeping lower down. The clatter of a steamer"s winches rose sharply from the wharf, and the sails of two schooners gleamed against the dark pines that overhang the Narrows.
In some respects, Vane was glad to be back in the western city. At first, the ease and leisure at the Dene had their charm for him, but by degrees he came to chafe at them. The green English valley, hemmed in by its sheltering hills, was steeped in too profound a tranquillity; the stream of busy life pa.s.sed it by with scarcely an entering ripple to break its drowsy calm. One found its atmosphere enervating, dulling to the faculties. In the new West, however, one was forcibly thrust into contact with a strenuous activity. Life was free and untrammeled there; it flowed with a fierce joyousness in natural channels, and one could feel the eager throb of it.
Yet the man was not content. He had been to the mine, and in going and coming he had ridden far over a very rough trail, but the physical effort had not afforded a sufficient outlet for his pent-up energies. He had afterward lounged about the city for nearly a week, and he found this becoming monotonous.
Nairn presently referred to one of the papers in his hand.
"Horsfield has been bringing up that smelter project again, and there"s something to be said in favor of his views," he remarked. "We"re paying a good deal for reduction."
"We couldn"t keep a smelter going, at present," Vane objected.
"There are two or three low-grade mineral properties in the neighborhood of the Clermont that have had very little development work done on them.
They can"t pay freight on their raw product, but I"m thinking that we"d encourage their owners to open up the mines, and we"d get their business, if we had a smelter handy."
"It wouldn"t amount to much," Vane replied. "Besides, there"s another objection--we haven"t the money to put up a thoroughly efficient plant."
"Horsfield"s ready to find part of it and to do the work."